This morning at 4.45am I was awake. Wide awake, having heard Hubby’s alarm go off so he could venture off to the gym, lying in bed listening to the dog next door go nuts at the passers-by exercising at this stupidly insane time of day.
I really didn’t want to be awake at 4.45am. I desperately wanted to be asleep, cozy under the covers with dawn yet to rise, to wake slowly of my own accord.
You see I’m tired – desperately tired. I’m on the Busy Train with a one-way ticket to Exhaustionville.